The misery of the holidays is always proportionate to the extravagance of the decorations.
Always.
Always. Always. Always.
July 9th, 2007 at 11:36 am
Hdtex remarks:
this one is wrong…on SO many levels
July 13th, 2007 at 7:10 pm
Chris remarks:
The only thing that could possibly complete this scene is a candy cane in his ass.
July 13th, 2007 at 8:06 pm
Dick Aiken remarks:
Thanks Santa just what I always wanted a real live naked man.
July 17th, 2007 at 8:59 pm
Chad remarks:
Is it just me or is there also a dragon hanging from the ceiling?
July 25th, 2007 at 11:13 am
richard remarks:
Note also that Santa has come down the chimney just in time to see Daddy come on the rug.
On second thoughts, let’s not go there.
August 16th, 2007 at 9:29 am
Jordan remarks:
Please tell me this man is an underpaid staff worker at a Christmas Tree Shop and is the last to lock up at night! He must be hoping to supplement his meager income by offering “personalized holiday balls and candy cane.” Wrap desk, please!
No amount of Drakar Noir can mask the smell of the bodies in the crawl space. St Nick about to be burned on the logs, a dead rabbit on Santa’s lap on the mantle and nary a twinkle in the lights on the tree. This one is gonna end up on the news. A desolate winter lanscape out of scale with the mantle and hung ’serial killer high’ completes the tableaux
September 5th, 2007 at 6:12 am
mommie_queerest remarks:
This is American holiday tradition at it’s finest. Just look at all the sweet teddy bears and Santa dolls, lined up to watch as Peter Perv teabags a group of small children dressed up as elves> Meanwhile, at the other end of the room, a fat girl in a pit rubs lotion on her skin while “Goodbye Horses” plays softly in the background.
[...] Like sands through the hourglass of time: He’s back!Mr. Yuletide Splendor from several months back. And Whoa Nelly — striking a pose that would send Manet into [...]
October 15th, 2007 at 4:04 pm
cd2186 remarks:
He looks familiar. Oh now I know…His username is cadilackjack at bearfront.com
December 6th, 2007 at 9:34 pm
Lenny remarks:
Something tells me this is her Last Christmas.
December 15th, 2007 at 1:03 am
Cam remarks:
Dad, you gave me that last year.
April 2nd, 2008 at 2:19 pm
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I think Santa lost his suit.
4 stockings are hung.
One man is not.
I definately like this room - don’t see where it’s horrifying. Dad is in his spread pussy lips pose I’m not sure what that’s about.
holy fuckin’ rudolph…..!!!!!!
Guess who found the after-Christmas Santa sale at Home Depot.
ohhh santa no!!!! well now christmas is ruined for me, there goes my childhood.
The misery of the holidays is always proportionate to the extravagance of the decorations.
Always.
Always. Always. Always.
this one is wrong…on SO many levels
The only thing that could possibly complete this scene is a candy cane in his ass.
Thanks Santa just what I always wanted a real live naked man.
Is it just me or is there also a dragon hanging from the ceiling?
Note also that Santa has come down the chimney just in time to see Daddy come on the rug.
On second thoughts, let’s not go there.
Please tell me this man is an underpaid staff worker at a Christmas Tree Shop and is the last to lock up at night! He must be hoping to supplement his meager income by offering “personalized holiday balls and candy cane.” Wrap desk, please!
No amount of Drakar Noir can mask the smell of the bodies in the crawl space. St Nick about to be burned on the logs, a dead rabbit on Santa’s lap on the mantle and nary a twinkle in the lights on the tree. This one is gonna end up on the news. A desolate winter lanscape out of scale with the mantle and hung ’serial killer high’ completes the tableaux
This is American holiday tradition at it’s finest. Just look at all the sweet teddy bears and Santa dolls, lined up to watch as Peter Perv teabags a group of small children dressed up as elves> Meanwhile, at the other end of the room, a fat girl in a pit rubs lotion on her skin while “Goodbye Horses” plays softly in the background.
[...] Like sands through the hourglass of time: He’s back!Mr. Yuletide Splendor from several months back. And Whoa Nelly — striking a pose that would send Manet into [...]
He looks familiar. Oh now I know…His username is cadilackjack at bearfront.com
Something tells me this is her Last Christmas.
Dad, you gave me that last year.